By Abigail A. Lyons

The berries beckon

Midnight fruits that bead the branches

And hold the sun

Like tiny mirror balls



The juice drips

Ruby rain rippling velvet

A soft scale played

In a quiet room



The syrup boils

Clamorous bubbles climb the pan

To blow a bouquet

Of sweet tart kisses



The jelly sets

Harvest of sun, rain and thorn

A Craigowl autumn

Cast in amethyst